Unholy Player-Chapter 219: Fight Scene

"Looking at this... it should be somewhere around here." Adyr lifted a brow as he hovered in the air, glancing down at the blinking green light on the small device in his hand, then at the emptiness stretching below.

"Seems like it’s about time I get myself an investigative-type skill."

Even though his mutant eyes scanned the terrain below—endless sand and stone—he couldn’t spot anything resembling a headquarters entrance. The relentless rain washing away all traces only made matters worse.

The reason he hadn’t acquired an investigative-type Spark until now was simple. Their prices were absurdly higher than most others, and he had never seen the need to pay that cost.

Compared to the generally cheap Attack and Defense types, Sparks classified as investigative, supportive, or utility-based were noticeably more expensive. Their rarity contributed to this, but the real reason was simple: they were in high demand.

The GPS device in his hand wasn’t giving an exact coordinate either, which was unfortunate, though not surprising. This was a high-radiation zone; interference in electronic equipment was expected. The fact that it still functioned at all spoke volumes about its quality.

Making matters worse, Victor hadn’t bothered to describe what the entrance actually looked like. According to STF reports, the only clue was their vague account of the ground suddenly collapsing beneath them, dropping them into subterranean tunnels.

Circling above the area, Adyr scanned the terrain carefully, searching for any sign of such a collapse. Then, something caught his eye—a small pool of rainwater that looked strangely out of place.

"It seems like it just formed," he muttered. Adyr’s gaze fixed on the edge of the pool. The soil was still loose, cracked, and bore fresh fracture marks. No vegetation or moss had taken hold yet, and the surrounding earth was scattered with freshly fallen debris. The water was murky but lacked any buildup of sediment or leaves on its surface, constantly stirred by the rain. All these signs clearly pointed to the pool having formed no more than half an hour ago.

He found no other unnatural formations nearby, so this had to be the exact spot where Victor and the others had fallen. After the collapse, the ground had settled back over the void, and the relentless rain had gradually filled the hollow, creating the pool before him.

Certain this was the spot, Adyr pointed his finger at the center of the pool and activated his Sonic Burst skill. Vibrating sound waves visibly rippled at his fingertip, causing the raindrops to tremble and vaporize, gathering into a shimmering sphere.

To ensure maximum effect, he fully charged the skill and infused it with Malice. The sphere turned pitch black, its power effectively doubling.

"This will be a very noisy entrance," he chuckled, anticipating the sonic blast.

The sphere shot forward at the speed of sound. With a thunderous roar, it vaporized the water at the pool’s center and pierced through the ground beneath. Upon impact, it blasted the water, sand, and earth outward in a massive explosion, carving open a wide, dark opening resembling an underground tunnel entrance.

Through the swirling dust and rain, Adyr’s sharp eyes caught the jagged edges of the newly formed passage. He spread his wings and dove down swiftly, aiming to enter before the loose earth and water could rush back in and seal the opening.

Once inside, he surveyed the vast, dark cavern. The only light came from the hole above—the very opening now slowly closing as soil and water seeped in. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Curiously, the earth and water didn’t flood the cave as expected. Instead, they held to a sharp boundary, as if restrained by an invisible barrier beneath. They converged swiftly, forming a new ceiling that sealed the tunnel opened by the blast.

"This isn’t natural," Adyr muttered, watching the final crack close, plunging the entire cavern into complete darkness.

Though his stats were high, he struggled to see in the darkness. His eyes remained those of an ordinary human, still reliant on light to navigate.

He tapped his wrist device twice, swiftly locating the flashlight function in the app. With a press, the digital screen transformed instantly into a powerful beam, emitting an intense light far beyond what its size suggested.

It wasn’t enough to illuminate the entire cavern, but the beam gave his mutant eyes what they needed—just enough light to let his enhanced vision adapt comfortably.

The first thing that caught his attention was the debris of battle. Motionless bodies and scattered wreckage lay in the center of the cavern, right beneath the opening he’d descended through.

Lowering himself slowly, Adyr’s sharp gaze absorbed every detail, committing the entire scene to memory as the picture unfolded in his mind.

Looks like they fell.

He swept his eyes over the six damaged motorcycles, their frames twisted and dented from the fall.

They must have crashed straight through from above. It wasn’t hard to guess who they belonged to.

Victor. Dalin. Selina. And... whoever else they dragged along.

His attention shifted to the bodies strewn across the ground—humanoid mutants, just like the ones he’d fought outside. Tough, carapace-like plating was fused into their skin, and their twisted forms sprawled out in what remained of the ambush.

The noise drew them in right after the fall. They didn’t even have time to gather their bearings.

Adyr stepped closer, examining the dead with clinical precision.

They handled themselves well.

Unlike his own fights with these mutants, this one hadn’t been so one-sided. The bodies showed real struggle—burns, claw marks, and broken limbs. Not his style of clean, decisive kills. But dead was dead.

He knelt by a corpse, running his fingers over the charred edges of its body. The plating looked intact at first glance, but the flesh underneath had burned from the inside out.

A name and face appeared in Adyr’s mind. Dalin Ravencourt.

Another corpse had deep lacerations carved across its armored shoulders and throat. Even the reinforced sections had been breached in places, claw marks tearing across flesh like serrated blades. Adyr’s eyes narrowed.

Victor has strong nails now. He chuckled.

A third group lay frozen, their bodies still venting cold vapor into the air, skin cracked and shattered from within. Adyr didn’t need to think twice. This cold, efficient brutality could only belong to Selina.

But then he paused.

A handful of corpses looked different. Their bodies were intact—no external injuries, no burns, no freezing. Yet their mouths were filled with blood and shredded tissue, as if something had ruptured them from within. Adyr stared at the dark fluid pooling around their heads, noting the tangled mass of what he assumed were internal organs expelled through their throats.

Interesting. He straightened, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

Someone forced them to vomit their insides. A vibration-based skill? Must be Shelter City 8’s top-ranked player.

He said nothing further, his dark gaze moving slowly across the silent battlefield as he assessed the aftermath. The work was efficient and methodical—exactly as he preferred.

There were also two bodies in STF uniforms among the fallen, but Adyr didn’t even spare them a second glance. They were clearly players from Shelter City 8, and their weakness showed—they didn’t deserve to survive.